Train stations at dawn are my playground. Anonymity hits hard. No one knows me. 5:05 AM TER. Doors hiss shut precisely. Blackness engulfs the rails as we pull out. My suitcase rattles into the overhead rack. Magnetic ticket stub in pocket. Headphones in, music floods my ears. Escape. Trance. I claim the back car. Always. Nearly empty. Cities sleep. I pulse alive. Dreams swirl. 1 hour 51 minutes. Seventeen stops etched in my brain.
Thursday commute for admin bullshit in the country I fled. Routine. Until his gaze slams mine. Big Bang instant. Smile ripples shivers down my spine. Just flashing my ticket. Words fail. Eyes lock. Five seconds stretch eternal. Relativity bitch. Four repeats. Each glance hooks deeper. Ten minutes gone, I’m plotting the next ride.
The Stopover
Nod off quick on these short nights. Dream bleeds into real. Him again. Striding the empty aisle. Control scan. Eyes devour. I beam back green light. Body screams: isolate me. Fuck the now.
He grabs my hand. Firm grip. No witnesses. We weave the silent corridor. Footsteps echo faint. Metal door at rear cab swings open. I slip in first. He follows. Locks it. Time freezes. Cramped space pins me perfect. His cap hits the dash. Uniform crisp.
Fingers dive into his thick, soft hair. Perfect shade. Heat surges low. He stares. ‘Your makeup’s killer. Rare. Noticed right away.’ Presses close. Console bites my ass. Bodies grind. Hands trace my face. Index teases lip edge. Lips part. Kiss me.
Soft peck ignites. Tongues tangle hungry. He nudges me back. I perch on console edge. Palms slide neck, graze tits, cinch waist, pry thighs wide. Closer. Sweat beads. Clothes could melt. Legs hook his hips. Pussy throbs soaked. His cock strains against my belly.
Jacket shrugs off arms. Blouse pops open button by button. I suck his neck. Tongue laps skin. Hands snake under skirt. Fingers map lace panties, garter straps. Hikes fabric to waist. Eyes feast on black transparent thong. Dives face near. Arousal gleams. Drips.
Hesitation flickers. Vanishes. Hips buck invite. He rises instead. Devours mouth. Fingers rub over lace. Shoves aside. One digit plunges wet folds. I buck wild. Nearly topple. He steadies. Second finger joins. Thumb circles clit. Electricity.
The Transit
‘Muffle me,’ I gasp. ‘Gonna scream.’ ‘Control it,’ he growls. I bite lip. Blouse gapes. Bra strains. Snap. Tits spill free. Nipples peak hard. Face buries between. Lips ghost flesh. Suck nipples. Goosebumps erupt. Arch into him.
Enough. Need cock. Yank belt. Pants unzip. Boxer tents huge. Stroke shaft. Precum soaks. Nearly cum cerebral. Pants pool ankles. Hands knead ass. Pulls me forward. Tip nudges slick lips. Lace crooked. Eyes burn. Tease eternal seconds.
Claims mouth fierce. Thrusts deep. Fills me raw. Ecstasy rips. Slow grinds build to pounds. I cry out. Hands scoop ass. Lifts. Still buried. Drops to driver’s seat. I straddle. Grip neck, fist hair. Bounce hard. Pause deep. Eyes lock. Savor.
Lucid amid haze. Music brain tracks time. Next station ticks close. Doors soon. Big stops swarm passengers. Dream fades.
He sets me down. Quick zip, tuck. I straighten skirt, button up. Door cracks. Back to seat. Headphones resume. Suitcase waits. Eyes meet once more aisle pass. Smile promises more.
Connection looms. Pack fast. Coat on. Dash platform. Heart races. Body hums. One-night transit blaze. His name? Next ride’s whisper. I’ll chase that 5:05 forever.